Art Party: 22373003 (boobless)

I found myself at a photo-art opening/daytime party Sunday. It was in a converted loft apartment somewhere south of Humboldt Park - there was a great view of the city skyline - along with the hosts' tits, all over the walls. Her tits in a industrial freezer, her tits at a steel mill, her tits in front of a laundromat, etc. She was very charming.

And plenty of fondue fountain poo poos.

I now feel the need to cover my walls with giant photos of myself.

Slumber Pod 2R: Brilliant Sea

One of the bedrooms looks like someone was locked in with a pink highlighter while on a mushroom trip. There was some sort of elephant and lots of thought bubbles drawn all over. I wish to claim it for my own because it has a view of something other than a wall and is closer to the gas space heater when the time comes for that.

There was a hole in the wall as well; pre move-in inspection by the landlord must have missed that - and the fact the wall is completely crumbling to pieces. A couple coats of Brilliant Sea will hopefully keep chunks of lead paint and asbestos off my head while I'm sleeping.

I'm thinking Valley Mist for the living room...

Slumber Pod 2R: Deck

A nice surprise is the view off of the back deck:And it tells the time!

(To the left of this photo is a richy rich older gentleman/younger wife/childs'zes house which I thought was a parking garage at first because it's that ugly and they are rarely home. Perfect kitchen view, though, I've never seen them more than snack and never together. Buy your happiness richies, C'MON! I suspect they have a pool on the roof, or they should... satellite photos are unclear).

Slumber Pod 2R: Before

I have arrived in Chicago to an empty, deliciously yellow apartment with the dog smell accompaniment. All of the doorways are arched and awkwardly doored with folding closet doors. The bathroom has a good amount of tile missing from the floor and a wall exposing water-rotted drywall. But honestly it looks better than when I came to look at it while the last tenant was still here, as you can tell by the yellow, he had terrible taste. I remember a really bad painting of a taxi cab on the wall he must have pulled inspiration from.

Bee-utiful Spring!

Good Weather + Bike ride + Boku Ebay bucks + L33t r0XX0r ownage of Shadowfang Keep + Running into somone at the store who I don't hate = Good day in Eugene

<3 Fleshtone

Orygun Tyme Agun

My return to Oregon has been a glorious one... I feel like my time in Eugene is akin to limbo, time seems to pass with little importance and nothing gets done. Hoo-ray for friends.

The last apartment I looked at in Chicago, on the way to the airport no less, turned out to be a dirty gem in Bucktown: beautiful views of brick walls through little windows, no doors and a little porch, but nice and big inside and just where I wanted it. I have not lived on my own since my first studio in Portland (quite an emotional disaster) but I look forward to the privacy and control over my domain. I am worried about furnishing the place but have been checking out I-go and Zipcar, or perhaps I should just get a hot bum bike set-up?

I move in April and can not bring much with me... This could be a disaster.